After I moved in to my old, small and rather characterful Georgian cottage, I’ve spent much of the year finding out about its various quirks and issues.  Some lovely, some needing to be repaired and few that remain unaffordable to sort out.

One rather picturesque feature that came with the house is the fact it comes with an ancient bit of technology known as a leaf-magnet.   I know the village is famously leafy but I’m not quite sure how half the leaves in the place have ended up in my front garden. 

They look rather nice however especially when dry and add even more character to the place, even if just for a few weeks.   They are less nice when wet however!

Every time the front door opens which admittedly isn’t very often these days, the front porch and living room floor end up having leaves being blown in and strewn everywhere.

I think it is rather rustic though and don’t make a big effort to sweep them up.   

When the winds blow or it is a dark stormy night and the heavy old door knocker sometimes tapes at the front door then I imagine some shady character like Blind Pew from Treasure Island might waft in.

Sadly it seems even blind and fictional characters in a centuries old novel have to adhere to Social Distancing rules it seems it is just me and my leaves.